The Pearly Gates of Paris: Steak with Tarragon Mustard Sauce and Oven Frites

10 years after a cliché, yet life-changing experience as a backpacker through Europe, I returned.  We went to Paris.  But, I didn’t have to stuff a pack into a locker and wear flip-flops in the shower.  This time, there were chocolates waiting for me on my pillow, along with the weather report for the next day.  I could get used to this.

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